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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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[ shouko does recognize her actions from last night as selfishness, a means to an end, with that end being spending even just a single night away from the noise and chaos of the basement. yeah, yeah, she could just camp out in her office, but the medicinal chill there isn't much better than exposed water pipes and paper-thin walls. besides, it's not like she doesn't feel safe following texas back to her room, half-escorting her through the shared haze of a few too many drinks and probably not all of them unlaced. the encouragement of the staff to "buddy up" had only encouraged her, enabled her even into thinking it was only the right thing to do. she questions that now, rubbing her head where it had clonked into the bedside table on the way down to the floor, shivering a little from the unceremonious eviction from the blankets. ]
Good morning...
[ it's a more amiable greeting than the wake-up likely deserves, but she can hear the tinge of remorse. besides, she's not exactly keen to start the day with an argument, and it's not like a bump on the head isn't an easy enough fix for her.
dressed in a camisole and shorts, both satin and lace-trimmed but looking objectively cheap, shouko rises to her feet. ]
Nothing happened, if that's what you're worried about. [ reassurance, but more is seemingly desired, and she's hardly afraid of a cotton bag. not after what she'd gone through last night just to get into the high roller suites long enough to run into texas.
the bag is heavier than expected, but rattles with the telltale sign of blister packs. more than they probably need, to be honest, and all of them innocuous as she lays them out on the table, lined up as if in a makeshift pharmacy. while there's pairs of most everything including the face masks, there's just the one bottle of water—and...oddly, a mini-vibrator, its box boasting a quick charge and five different speeds. ]
See? Still in-box.
[ she waggles it a little before setting it among the other offerings, wearing a small smile in the hopes of smoothing out the morning. if she'd known she was in danger of being launched out of bed, she might have thought twice about tagging along, despite her genuinely harmless intentions. ]
No, it's not that. I don't usually wake up beside people, because I'm prone to having nightmares.
(she's certainly sounding remorseful, that wasn't what she intended on doing to poor shouko. yes, her memories are slow to return. shouko had helped her through the last of that evening. apologetic as ever and back to cordial with an uncharacteristic flick of those ears down to show remorse. she must be that hungover if her training wasn't being considered; that didn't mean that she wasn't willing to allow the other girl to get back in bed for her transgressions of causing her to have a rude awakening. the hangover kit is a mostly normal one, then.
normal enough, aside from that....vibrator. they'll just pretend that wasn't there. for now. maybe if there was something to worry about, they'd find out later when texas reaches for a peace offering anyway. out of her discarded shorts, she got her cigarettes out. while shouko wore a camisole and shorts, texas wore her dress shirt from underneath that outfit she had on for the party and a pair of black panties. luckily the shirt itself was still buttoned up.
a toss of the pack is given in shouko's direction while the wolf considers what else could have happened last night. texas was definitely helping out by lying to keep some of the dirty looks away from her for that duration of their run-in.
with the peace offering given, she does take the chance to pat the bed if shouko wanted to get warm and comfortable again. texas can't say that she intends for her to be exiled from it, besides, she does assume that the other girl wants a chance to rest longer. they'll need to figure out how to split the kit (somehow) given there's only one water bottle. unless texas allows shouko to take half and she takes the rest? it's not sanitary if they drink it straight from the bottle, but that's maybe good enough.)
You still remember anything from the week? Most I can remember is that I was growling like I was your personal attack wolf when people got snobby near the end.
(a show of those wolf teeth in her snarling made things easier, frightening to those on the receiving end that she could be closer to her more animalistic side. while that drunk, anyway. the rest might come back to texas after enough time, but she didn't go anywhere near certain things throughout this week long party. the drugs were almost certainly avoided by her.
the alcohol sadly, not the case given their interest in making her drink and eat often. thankfully she didn't over eat, and managed to sneakily get in some of her usual cardio and other things. with or without going to the talon, she wasn't about to break habits.)
[ there it is again, that curious but welcome glimpse of something softer beneath the tough veneer. the thing that keeps her following at texas's heels as if she were a puppy, ears perked and gaze vigilant for some sense of welcome in return. she doesn't ask about the nightmares, but she'll listen eagerly if any hints are dropped. she likes that she can't quite get past that first layer except in glimpses (she wouldn't have stuck around her classmates so long if she couldn't stand the mysterious), and this week had simply sealed the deal on that. the endless parade of food and beverage they probably had no business partaking in, especially shouko and her lowly basement ranking. the absence of her pretty dress, traded sometime in the swirling end of the final evening for the plain undergarments she wears now, leaving her feeling only all the more like cinderella as she, too, claws at half-remembered dreams from the last several days.
she's lucky, in some sense, that she can repair herself; it means the headaches and hangovers aren't so bad, even if the aching still lingers like a ghost's touch (or maybe that's just where she'd hit her head). but repairing her body doesn't do anything to sort out the exaggerated, fabricated memories from the real ones—flashes of laughter as her arms had slipped around a slender waist to keep texas from biting anyone; hazier moments from dark corners illuminated only by the warped flashes of light through shot glasses.
she slides back onto the edge of the bed, one leg bent while the other dangles over the side. it's easy enough to accept the pack of cigarettes, tap one out, reach for a lighter to ignite hers before offering to share. she suppresses a smile at the guilty pleasure that she indulges shouko with a smoke despite her saying she'd cut back, whether they trade off or not. ]
Bits and pieces. I'm trying to hang onto the good ones and let go of the...weirder ones. I feel like it would've been worse if you hadn't put up with me for so much of it. [ she takes a long drag and holds it, eyes roaming over bedhead, a shirt buttoned but askew, debating the pull of the blankets that beckon her to be reckless about this for just a little longer. she laughs instead, a little nervous, a little dismissive, genuinely grateful. ] I was starting to get used to the guard dog—wolf—bit, though.
(that's always been the surprise, cellinia is often good at keeping these things close to her chest. the issue is that she also can start to show glimpses of herself as time goes on (maybe not past the first layer with ease) but she doesn't discriminate with this. some can find it hard to tell if they're even "cool" to talk with her on a daily basis, exusiai being one such person in her life that struggled with that during their time together at work. regardless, texas can appreciate these things. someone can find it easy to be drawn in and more than that with how she functions, she doesn't always overthink when it's easy to go by the vibes. follow those and think more later. which also meant doing whatever she could to ensure that the more snobby crowd kept their distance, she's at her core the least likely to be expected to do these things.
comes off as quiet, too stoic for her own good, and even not the sort of girl to loosen up. but she did all those things, she drank, and she got what fun she could from the games. laughter while they both went around the oasis, hazier moments cellinia couldn't quite remember herself and the recollection of shouko's arm around her waist. the wolf didn't mind that. physical contact had been something she was edging into acceptance of more thanks to friends she's made. people that wanted to hug her or be affectionate by other means; that still was a struggle, yet she's working on it which is something that can be said about texas for as cold as she can come off as.
for an ice queen, she cares a lot when she takes the offered cigarette and lights it with her own flip lighter. she was supposed to cut back, but sometimes it's not easy. sometimes, it was best to just go with the flow, as she's always done. that's all texas can do. all she'd really ever do while taking a drag of her own. the ashtray that was nearby is set between them to help a bit more. nicotine as much as it's her vice of choice serves as a decent reminder that texas is still here, still going.)
It was nothing, besides, I think we both deserved a break from whatever the House throws at us. (though she did reach to look around a little, what is she looking for? hair ties, she found one luckily to tie that messy bedhead of hers back into a high ponytail. to get it out the way while somewhat relieved, they both got out of their experiences at the party relatively unscathed. it was better that way, but maybe she did notice the nervousness. that didn't overwrite her noticing the gratitude, though.) ....sometimes people learn to stop when they see my teeth are different. Not everyone stops, unsurprisingly.
all good, but that sucks!! :( i hope you're feeling better
[ if there were ever moments where it seemed like the smoking was something for her to ease up on when they were together, shouko would heed them. unlike others she knows, she has no real mind to encourage people to do things they don't want to, or that they've given up for their own sake. she deals with enough coercion and control at home, to say nothing of what she, a lowly 2, has to deal with here. but the ashtray between them is all but an invitation, she feels, enough that she ignores the way it could possibly be something of a wall in another light. shouko makes herself comfortable beside it, stretching out her legs and digging her toes into the blankets for just a little longer, pillows propped at the small of her back.
it's surely just a lingering effect of the drinks and the food and the atmosphere, but the way she watches texas is unabashed. gaze cool and focused, interested in the small movements of hands taming a mane of hair, the twitches of curiously soft looking ears, the thoughtful contemplation that even the subtle ways in which she differs from most of the others here can be such big assets in the right moments. ]
I'm sure there's plenty of people here who'd prefer them. [ said with a wrinkled nose and a small laugh. she's not judging, but it's not her taste, really; mouths are dangerous around an open bite. blades are cleaner, safer... but that's probably not a thought trail to follow so early in the morning. so she reaches for the breakfast tray—because surely nothing tastes better with a cigarette than a warm croissant. ]
How have you been handling that, anyway? The things the House gets up to. I don't know if I ever asked about your mark, or suit, whatever they're calling it. Have you found a way to make it easier to deal with besides the obvious?
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Good morning...
[ it's a more amiable greeting than the wake-up likely deserves, but she can hear the tinge of remorse. besides, she's not exactly keen to start the day with an argument, and it's not like a bump on the head isn't an easy enough fix for her.
dressed in a camisole and shorts, both satin and lace-trimmed but looking objectively cheap, shouko rises to her feet. ]
Nothing happened, if that's what you're worried about. [ reassurance, but more is seemingly desired, and she's hardly afraid of a cotton bag. not after what she'd gone through last night just to get into the high roller suites long enough to run into texas.
the bag is heavier than expected, but rattles with the telltale sign of blister packs. more than they probably need, to be honest, and all of them innocuous as she lays them out on the table, lined up as if in a makeshift pharmacy. while there's pairs of most everything including the face masks, there's just the one bottle of water—and...oddly, a mini-vibrator, its box boasting a quick charge and five different speeds. ]
See? Still in-box.
[ she waggles it a little before setting it among the other offerings, wearing a small smile in the hopes of smoothing out the morning. if she'd known she was in danger of being launched out of bed, she might have thought twice about tagging along, despite her genuinely harmless intentions. ]
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(she's certainly sounding remorseful, that wasn't what she intended on doing to poor shouko. yes, her memories are slow to return. shouko had helped her through the last of that evening. apologetic as ever and back to cordial with an uncharacteristic flick of those ears down to show remorse. she must be that hungover if her training wasn't being considered; that didn't mean that she wasn't willing to allow the other girl to get back in bed for her transgressions of causing her to have a rude awakening. the hangover kit is a mostly normal one, then.
normal enough, aside from that....vibrator. they'll just pretend that wasn't there. for now. maybe if there was something to worry about, they'd find out later when texas reaches for a peace offering anyway. out of her discarded shorts, she got her cigarettes out. while shouko wore a camisole and shorts, texas wore her dress shirt from underneath that outfit she had on for the party and a pair of black panties. luckily the shirt itself was still buttoned up.
a toss of the pack is given in shouko's direction while the wolf considers what else could have happened last night. texas was definitely helping out by lying to keep some of the dirty looks away from her for that duration of their run-in.
with the peace offering given, she does take the chance to pat the bed if shouko wanted to get warm and comfortable again. texas can't say that she intends for her to be exiled from it, besides, she does assume that the other girl wants a chance to rest longer. they'll need to figure out how to split the kit (somehow) given there's only one water bottle. unless texas allows shouko to take half and she takes the rest? it's not sanitary if they drink it straight from the bottle, but that's maybe good enough.)
You still remember anything from the week? Most I can remember is that I was growling like I was your personal attack wolf when people got snobby near the end.
(a show of those wolf teeth in her snarling made things easier, frightening to those on the receiving end that she could be closer to her more animalistic side. while that drunk, anyway. the rest might come back to texas after enough time, but she didn't go anywhere near certain things throughout this week long party. the drugs were almost certainly avoided by her.
the alcohol sadly, not the case given their interest in making her drink and eat often. thankfully she didn't over eat, and managed to sneakily get in some of her usual cardio and other things. with or without going to the talon, she wasn't about to break habits.)
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she's lucky, in some sense, that she can repair herself; it means the headaches and hangovers aren't so bad, even if the aching still lingers like a ghost's touch (or maybe that's just where she'd hit her head). but repairing her body doesn't do anything to sort out the exaggerated, fabricated memories from the real ones—flashes of laughter as her arms had slipped around a slender waist to keep texas from biting anyone; hazier moments from dark corners illuminated only by the warped flashes of light through shot glasses.
she slides back onto the edge of the bed, one leg bent while the other dangles over the side. it's easy enough to accept the pack of cigarettes, tap one out, reach for a lighter to ignite hers before offering to share. she suppresses a smile at the guilty pleasure that she indulges shouko with a smoke despite her saying she'd cut back, whether they trade off or not. ]
Bits and pieces. I'm trying to hang onto the good ones and let go of the...weirder ones. I feel like it would've been worse if you hadn't put up with me for so much of it. [ she takes a long drag and holds it, eyes roaming over bedhead, a shirt buttoned but askew, debating the pull of the blankets that beckon her to be reckless about this for just a little longer. she laughs instead, a little nervous, a little dismissive, genuinely grateful. ] I was starting to get used to the guard dog—wolf—bit, though.
sorry this took a min, i caught the flu x.x
comes off as quiet, too stoic for her own good, and even not the sort of girl to loosen up. but she did all those things, she drank, and she got what fun she could from the games. laughter while they both went around the oasis, hazier moments cellinia couldn't quite remember herself and the recollection of shouko's arm around her waist. the wolf didn't mind that. physical contact had been something she was edging into acceptance of more thanks to friends she's made. people that wanted to hug her or be affectionate by other means; that still was a struggle, yet she's working on it which is something that can be said about texas for as cold as she can come off as.
for an ice queen, she cares a lot when she takes the offered cigarette and lights it with her own flip lighter. she was supposed to cut back, but sometimes it's not easy. sometimes, it was best to just go with the flow, as she's always done. that's all texas can do. all she'd really ever do while taking a drag of her own. the ashtray that was nearby is set between them to help a bit more. nicotine as much as it's her vice of choice serves as a decent reminder that texas is still here, still going.)
It was nothing, besides, I think we both deserved a break from whatever the House throws at us. (though she did reach to look around a little, what is she looking for? hair ties, she found one luckily to tie that messy bedhead of hers back into a high ponytail. to get it out the way while somewhat relieved, they both got out of their experiences at the party relatively unscathed. it was better that way, but maybe she did notice the nervousness. that didn't overwrite her noticing the gratitude, though.) ....sometimes people learn to stop when they see my teeth are different. Not everyone stops, unsurprisingly.
all good, but that sucks!! :( i hope you're feeling better
it's surely just a lingering effect of the drinks and the food and the atmosphere, but the way she watches texas is unabashed. gaze cool and focused, interested in the small movements of hands taming a mane of hair, the twitches of curiously soft looking ears, the thoughtful contemplation that even the subtle ways in which she differs from most of the others here can be such big assets in the right moments. ]
I'm sure there's plenty of people here who'd prefer them. [ said with a wrinkled nose and a small laugh. she's not judging, but it's not her taste, really; mouths are dangerous around an open bite. blades are cleaner, safer... but that's probably not a thought trail to follow so early in the morning. so she reaches for the breakfast tray—because surely nothing tastes better with a cigarette than a warm croissant. ]
How have you been handling that, anyway? The things the House gets up to. I don't know if I ever asked about your mark, or suit, whatever they're calling it. Have you found a way to make it easier to deal with besides the obvious?